Friday, June 21, 2013

It's raining Claytons! (Or there are just two, I dunno.) Kershaw, while seeming a tad more human over his last few starts, is still one of the few bright spots of this funeral dirge of a season. He'll probably throw 270 pitches, just to spare us the pain of seeing the bullpen again.

From hanging out in Manhattan at the start of the week to picking and shucking corn in the Central Valley at the end of it. At either end my baseball team is not a good one. Somuch for my pathetic attempt to disrupt the cosmos.